i may or may not be in ur bed rite now

Your eyes widen as you read the text he just sent you. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days! He was filming that stupid movie, which you are still kinda pissed about because he promised you he’d take you on vacation before he went to Australia but no, he had to go and be all big star on you and accept a movie roll. Dating him is so surreal sometimes. But who are you to complain? That was then and he’s in your bed now…

im leaving class now.

You lean over to grab your bag, shoving all your stuff haphazardly into it and beginning to rise from your chair. Class hasn’t started yet so if you can just make it out before your professor gets in you’re home free. You hurry to the door and nearly smack straight into a short, stubby man with white hair and hornrimmed glasses. Shit…

“Professor Huff,” you say and he gives you a dubious look.

“Miss…” he pauses, searching for your name.

“Jess,” you say reflexively, as your phone beeps in your hand. You have another text.

“Well, class is starting, so if you would kindly take your seat,” he says pulling the door tightly shut behind him, “and turn that off.”

You scowl looking at the door and you almost leave anyway. But you need this credit, you’re so close to graduating. Fuck…

You trudge back to your seat, dropping your bag on the floor. Your phone beeps again and you jump, ducking your head as you turn it on vibrate. And check your messages.

good

i also may or may not be nekkid ;)

You nearly moan out loud, cursing yourself for coming to class, or hell even applying to college. You grit your teeth as you text him back, telling him you’re stuck here. You hold your phone against your thigh, waiting for it to vibrate. You jump when it does and lean back in your chair to flip your phone open.

Aaaaaawwwwwwwww baaaaaaaaaaaaaabe but im so hard

You text him back calling him a right bastard as heat floods between your legs, your breathing having gone shallow.

how long r u gonna be…i may have to take care of this myself…

You gasp out loud, and the people closest to you look at you. You smile sheepishly at them before ducking your head again and texting him back, your hands shaking.

justin timberlake you are the biggest fuckin ass! i’ll be home in you pause gritting your teeth four hours.

It’s official. You hate your life. Of course he had to come home on your lecture/lab class day. Maybe Professor Huff would let you leave early? You glance up at him and find him in the full swing of his lecture and you know it’s never gonna happen. You’re fucked…or actually more like you’re not.

He doesn’t text you back and you figure he’s pouting. You sit in agony as your professor goes on and on about the gestalt theory and how you should apply said theory to your design. By the time you get to the lab portion you’re squirming in your seat, pressing your thighs together as every sexual encounter you’ve ever had with him is playing on a constant loop in your brain.

You practically sprint to your car, hurling your bag into the backseat and speed the entire way home. Of course traffic is backed up on the bridge and you are almost in tears when you’re sitting at a dead stop on the highway, staring at your exit fifty feet down the road from you.

You tear up the stairs to your apartment, not even wanting to wait for the elevator. The second you step through the door, you start undoing the buttons on your over-shirt, tearing it from your shoulders. You undo your belt and jeans, shoving the denim down your legs as you kick off your shoes. You nearly fall on your ass as you hop down the hall to your bedroom, trying to get your pants from around your ankles.

All movement stops when you stumble to the doorway of your bedroom, clad in only your panties and your undershirt. The room is lit only by the afternoon sunlight filtering through your sheers, giving the room a hazy glow. He’s laying sprawled out across your big queen sized bed, his lanky frame taking up the entire mattress. Your comforter, which was folded back nicely at the end of the bed when you left this morning, is now a bunched up mess around his legs, and the top sheet is pulled up to his chin, one hand peeking out from the side, laying limp against the mattress.

You bite your lip, tiptoeing your way into your room. You stand over him, just watching him sleep for a moment, his long lashes lying across his cheek, lips dry and slightly parted, sound asleep. You reach a hand out, running your fingers through his silky curls smiling when he makes a small noise of protest, arching his back a little before settling back into sleep.

You lick your lips, grabbing the corner of the sheet and lifting it slightly, you peek underneath. A wicked grin covers your face when you see that he wasn’t lying before about being naked. You pull the sheet up farther so you can get a better look and he whines slightly, curling away from you and onto his side, pulling his long limbs to his chest. You suppress the giggle bubbling in your throat, your eyes roving over the musculature of his back and the curve of his ass.

You kneel on the bed, the sheets warm from his skin, and lean over him, trying to see what little of his face isn’t buried in the pillow. He lets out a growl and bends his body toward the end of the bed, eyes still firmly shut, his large hands searching for the covers but you move quickly and shove all the blankets to the floor and out of his reach. You almost feel bad when he makes a pitiful sound in his throat and just curls into himself more, heaving a sigh.

You watch him for a moment, waiting until he settles in sleep again before running one finger down his arm, nail scraping his skin lightly, watching as goose bumps rise in its wake. He shivers hard, rolling onto his back again with a frustrated groan. You scramble to move back a little so he doesn’t knock into you.

Your breathing goes shallow as he’s laid out completely before you. He arches his back again, pushing his hips off the bed, causing your mouth to go dry when you see he’s half hard from your one touch, deep sleep making him overly sensitive.

You smirk as you lean down, exhaling hot, right over his shaft and watch it twitch against his thigh. You glance up at his face when he hums slightly, his face bunching up before relaxing again. You grin, flicking your tongue out against the head and his hips twitch forward a little, him hissing but his eyes are still closed.

You take him into your mouth completely and feel him grow instantly, growing rock hard in almost an instant. You feel his hand delve into your hair, as you keep your mouth on him, the head of his cock throbbing against the back of your throat as just swivel your tongue around him.

“Holy fucking shit, babe,” he moans when you slide your lips off him, his dick slipping from your mouth with a pop.

You grin up at him licking your lips. He’s looking down at you through heavy lidded eyes. He makes a strangled sound in his chest, shifting his hips so that his cock slides against your cheek, spreading precum across your skin. You nuzzle his shaft a little, breathing hot against it, watching his face tighten. You hold it in place with one hand while you slide your lips up the side of his length, flicking your tongue out ever so often causing little hisses and yelps to escape from his lips.

“Do you know,” you ask, placing soft kisses on the head, “how long,” long lick up the bottom of his shaft, inducing a shiver from him, “I’ve been waiting to do this?”

“Put it in your mouth,” he says throatily, as you wrap your lips around the tip. You hum in thought, causing him to moan deep.

“I have a better place to put it,” you tease and he growls, using the hand in your hair to tug you up his body.

You straddle his stomach, and he moans a little feeling the heat of your center through your panties. He licks his lips, his hands reaching out to stroke your thighs, long index finger tracing the line of your panties from your inner thigh to your hip, as you rock against him slightly, desperate for some form of friction. His hands smooth your undershirt up your body and you raise your arms to aid him in the removal of the fabric. He just looks at you for a moment, eyes roving over your scantily clad form. His tongue snakes out to wet his lips as you reach behind you and unclasp your bra, tossing it aside. His hands slide up your stomach, moving to cup both of your breasts in his large hands, massaging slowly. You grind your hips harder into his stomach as his thumb and forefinger pluck at your nipples, rolling them and pinching them until they ache with pleasure.

He brings his hands down your body, hooking his fingers in the waist band of your panties and you lean back and raise your hips, supporting yourself back on your arms as he pulls them down your thighs. He laughs as your kick your legs out to uncurl them, struggling to get the underwear completely off. When you do, you toss them aside and resume your position of straddling his stomach, watching his pupils dilate as you rub your wetness against the muscular expanse of his abdomen.

His hands move to your hips and he’s pulling you up more as he’s scooting his body further down. You gasp as he forces you higher and higher until you’re straddling his face. You’re panting, waiting for what he’s going to do. You feel his hands cup your ass, pulling you down and then his tongue, probing your folds softly. Your eyes roll back in your head, one hand flying out to clutch the headboard, the other reaching down to clutch your thigh, just trying to hold on.  His hands slide over your ass, arms curing around your thighs to grip them, pulling them a little wider apart and settling you further on his face. Your fingers wrap around his and he gives your hand a squeeze as he laps at your juices, freely flowing now.

Little shocks of pleasure zing through you and you fight the urge to roll your hips into his face, as his tongue snakes around your clit, grazing his teeth against it. You gasp as he sucks it between his lips, moaning loud, knuckles turning white as you grip the headboard and his hand a little tighter.

“Justin,” you moan, pressing yourself harder against him.

“Hmmm?” he questions, and you groan as his lips vibrate against your clit before his tongue slips back, probing your entrance, his nose nuzzling your sensitive nub. “Something you want baby?”

You giggle because his voice is muffled, and you shift back a little, looking down to see him grinning up at you from between your legs. You can’t take it anymore; you want him inside you now.

You slide back and he sits up a little, his back against the headboard as you straddle his hips, sitting in his lap, trapping his dick between your slick folds and his stomach. You watch his eyelids flutter before leaning in to place your lips on his. His tongue reaches out for you, sliding wetly against your own as his hands, wide and warm slip up your back to hold you more firmly against him.

You raise your hips a little until you feel the tip pressing at your entrance and sigh into his mouth as you sink down onto him. A moan bubbles from his throat as he rips his mouth away from yours, his head falling back against the headboard with a thump. You grin at him, smoothing his hair off his forehead, just sitting there, him inside you, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

You start to raise your hips, but he gives a slight shake of his head, his eyes still closed, still leaning back against the headboard. You can practically feel him throbbing inside you and all you want to do is move, just a little. Your clit is pressed against his hipbone and you know that one little twitch of your hips would send waves of pleasure rolling through you. You attempt to move again and he makes a sound of displeasure, his hands going to your hips to hold you steady.

“Juuuuuustiiiiiiin,” you whine, hanging your head back and you feel his chuckle vibrate in his chest.

“Patience, Jess,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against your throat. “We’ve got all day babe.”

“But…but…” you stammer, the ache in the pit of your stomach intensifying.

“But what?” he whispers against your skin. “Just feel me babe.”

You moan at his words, bringing your face to his, capturing his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. As your kiss deepens, your hips instinctively begin to try and roll against his and he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t hold you down.

You sigh into his mouth as the first waves of satisfaction roll out into your body, his cock pressing deep into you, stretching your swollen walls. His fingers dig in as you rise and fall against him, his head leaning back against the headboard, eyes tight shut, mouth slightly agape.

You’re working him slow and languid, heeding his advice of just feeling him, concentrating on how full he makes you feel, how hot and thick he is as he slides in so completely, bumping that spot inside you that sends shivers down your spine, how he drags out of your body, your walls tugging after him as he leaves, wanting nothing more than to keep him deep inside.

His hands are still gripping your hips, guiding you along his length, small gasps and throaty moans slipping past his lips. You press your forehead to his as you feel your orgasm beginning to build, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to hold it back, wanting this to last as long as possible. He’s not helping matters though, his hands pressing you down harder onto him, grinding your clit against his hipbone torturously. You open your eyes and gasp when you find his indigo eyes gazing back at you intently, bottom lip captured between his teeth.

“You close?” he whispers, his breath hitching on the last word, as you twitch your hips a little harder.

All you can do is nod, and he returns the gesture, one of his hands sliding warmly up your back to cup the back of your head, fingers entwining in your hair. He tugs your head back and presses his lips to your throat, using the hand that’s still on your back to press you harder against his chest.

Even though the change of your body position is slight, it intensifies the pleasure he’s sending through you and with a few more rolling thrusts you’re panting his name, your insides clamping at him, sucking him in even deeper. You’re in such a daze you don’t realize that he’s pressing you back, until your back hits the sheets and he’s pounding hard into you, not even missing a beat.

You clutch his back, feeling his muscles sliding over one another, contracting and releasing with each fierce thrust. His face is buried in your neck and he’s panting against your ear, letting you hear every whine, moan, and hitch of his breathing as his dick slides in and out of you so rapidly it makes you dizzy. His hand slides down your leg from hip to knee, guiding your leg around his waist and you bring your other up as well, crossing your ankles at his lower back, supporting him as he thrusts powerfully into you.

You can feel your orgasm building again, stronger this time, your stomach trembling with the first preparatory waves of it. You can feel your pussy sucking at him, so close to simply locking down on him and you know he knows. His teeth dig into your shoulder as he whispers “so close” and that’s enough to send you over the edge screaming his name as your body convulses hard around him. His back arches as he presses hard into you one last time groaning your name as he spills himself deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, his cheek pressing warmly against your breastbone. Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, fingers coming up to thread through his hair. He moves to pull out but your legs tighten around his waist, holding him in place. He raises his head to look and you and you shake your head at him. He just gives you a small smile, laying his head back down against you, listening to your heart beat as your nails scratch at his head.

He yawns against you and you giggle a little as he settles his face more firmly against your skin, heaving a sigh, and within minutes he’s sleeping, the steady rise and fall of his back a testament to his slumber. You sigh, uncrossing your ankles and letting your legs splay comfortably on either side of his hips, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before succumbing to your own exhaustion.